Love in my words
People often say that love has a universal definition, but I believe it is subjective, varying from person to person. What one person perceives as love might sound crazy to me, while my own definition of love could seem extraordinary to others. Those around me believes that they experienced love more deeply than I have. And this led me to question my own capacity for love, making me feel emotionless and cold-hearted. What truly is love?
To me, love is about giving without expecting anything in return. It's about investing your time and energy, stepping out of your comfort zone to bring joy to another. Love means needing someone not only on good days but also in moments of darkness and sadness.
it is changing yourself to fit in to that persons life, to be the missing puzzle , Love is about being present whenever they need your support, it’s being the soft version of your self , it’s being the listener who doesn’t judge , the therapist who wouldn’t charge , it’s being loyal even when the person isn’t around.
It’s being intentional with their mood and feelings , being the supporter and the cheerleader of their dreams and success, it’s thinking one step a head of them and figuring out what would make them happy , its about seeing them for who they are not for what they bring to the table , It's about recognizing their strengths beyond their weaknesses.
How can anyone claim I have never loved when I am a woman who adores God, finds it hard to say no, who adores pets , who makes friends so easily , who loves nature, who cries with a stranger, who prays in silence when an ambulance passes by thinking someone in there needs miracles, who plays with kids and helps elders , who loves to see people being in love
Of course, I have loved and continue to love. My love may not mirror the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross, the selflessness of Jack for Rose, the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, or the adventures search of በዛብህ for ሰብለወንጌል .
But my love is genuine , it reflects the craving of my inner child, seeking to be loved, seen, and understood in the way I long to love others. This, to me, is the reason why love is subjective.
✍Zion
